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"Bureaucracy in D Major" Style: D major, 118 BPM, Tropicália with chamber pop orchestration, Tropicália leads. Euphoric and sun-drunk, with an undercurrent of feverish absurdity. Male tenor vocal — warm, slightly nasal, close-mic in Lyrics: The refrigerator started singing in D major The census man came by at noon to count my teeth I gave him thirteen and a half — he had no receipt The dog is filing taxes for the neighborhood birds The postman swallowed all the mail and mailed himself instead Everything is bureaucracy now ##Everything, everything## Form 9 to breathe, form 10 to bow Sign here to love, initial the vow Everything is bureaucracy now I stood in line to claim the sun — it came back denied The moon had better paperwork, the moon was certified My shadow quit and unionized at half past three Demanding shorter afternoons and dental coverage for free But somewhere in the waiting room a trumpet played And all the forms turned into birds and flew away Everything is bureaucracy